#Dom!Plo

[dukeoftheblackstar]

I need Plo to choke me with that belt like...Yesterday. Like he can leave little scratches and cuts when he spanks me with those hands of his. OMG those hands. He can leave marks on my throat while he dicks me down into whatever surface.

Hello there, new-found bestie cakes ♥ ~

I see you speak my language ♥. So let me just introduce you to my Dom!Plo ♥ @mild-disorganization

Dom!Plo would have no qualms walking up to you without any reason or trigger only to grab you firmly by the throat and back you up against the wall, a temple pillar, or a glass window overlooking Coruscant's bustling streets.

He'd dig what I love to call 'love burrows' along that slender neck of yours with those might-sharp talons just enough to puncture your skin a teeny, tiny, little bit so itty, bitty, round pools of rubies leave marks.

He'd then utter something about, "What an exhilarating feat to add to that delicate neck of yours, my little pet."

Dom!Plo would retract his hand in a way that he'd leave a few cuts, angling it enough not to strike a nerve and kill you, but enough to leave long, red trails down past the dip of your clavicles ♥.

Because of your dirty thoughts of him bestiecakes, Dom!Plo needs to set you straight >:[ Can't have little naughties mucking about the temple now, can we?

Bad for the temple. Bad for his rep too since he's your charge.

And so, Dom!Plo sighs in an exasperated fashion while unbuckling a very luxurious leather belt that he had procured from his recent home visit to Dorin ♥ — a fine, rust-toned, leather belt that smacked deliciously with a swift pull from his waist.

Dom!Plo motions for for you to come with his index and babe, you best not keep the General waiting. He's got meetings to go to ♥ Babes to punish (I'm in line ♥) for being improper and unruly.

Fortunate to be one of them, Dom!Plo will heedlessly grab you by the back of your neck to be at a close proximity before lacing that fine, opulent, Dorin-made leather belt and lock that buckle tight enough for you to wince when you swallow.

Dom!Plo would then incautiously grab you by the jaw, talons prodding your cheek while he looks at you with so much disdain because he's supposed to be meditating, but no — he's here with your cute, bratty ass ♥

"Hm. Cute little tart and yet — with such a pretty, filthy mouth." Another 'Hm' of dismay before probing your lips to part with his thumb, shoving it so forcefully that your teeth and lips graze along his hide/skin.

You can feel the tip of his spur poke at your tongue, moving seamlessly past your protest and further down your throat as if to inspect your depth capacity.

Because, babe. My Plo packs a whopping 13-inch alien dick, so you best be primmed.

"Good enough." You'll hear him say, retracting his finger with so much candor, it'll leave you abandoned with want.

And so, the same hand rests on that beautiful crown of yours, guiding you to descend to yours knees — of which you comply so dutifully, like a good girl indeed ♥

Seeing as this man is on a fucking schedule, Dom!Plo whips out the disco stick and gives himself a couple of strokes here and there; from the hilt to every ridged inch of his cock, Dom!Plo would trace each curve as he forces you to look down at what's about to cum — see what I did there bestie? I cannot be taken serious, tbh. ♥ — what's about to come.

Dom!Plo, however, has jealousy issues 😩😩😩

He doesn't like it when you pay more attention to his cock than him; it's mind over matter, baby — but by the stars, does his cock matter ♥

Remember that belt around your neck, bestie? How it connects to his other hand with that leather belt coiled for control? He'll tug it, babe — tug it hard so it'll knot you right up and leave you breathless for a hot minute. Literally.

"Up here, little love." You'll hear him coo, quite darkly.

And just when those magnetic eyes of yours had welled up with enough tears to stain your smooth, soft cheeks, Dom!Plo would take the Blade of Dorin (yes, we're calling his dick that, don't argue) and rub it all over your mouth making you chase that dick like the cock-starved whore you are ♥, respectfully.

And once he's quite happy with the lower chambers of your face glistening with precum and your own saliva, he'd pry your mouth open with his dick and slide that bad boy so slow you'd thank him for it ♥ Why, you ask?

Because you're not the Force, babe. Nothing in this chaotic galaxy will ever stop Dom!Plo from giving you the dicking of your life because you've stolen precious moments of his respite with your foolishness.

And so, you feel it, right? You feel every inch stuff your mouth that no only but a fraction of your breath seeps through. You feel every inch and ridge; the dip and curve of this Kel Dor's cock through the cavernous walls of your mouth until it begins knocking down your throat.

Naturally, protesting ensues. Your grip at his thigh, either pulling him more with your impatient, cute ass or you're pushing him to calm TF down because bestie, death by dick is a real thing.

Dom!Plo doesn't like unruly baby girls or boys. That said, he'll pull on that belt again while he shoves his girthy-thicc cock down your throat it actually bulges down your neck.

I don't know about you hun, but I'm sure that'll make you gag and if you do and go urk urk urk urk on that dick, Dom!Plo would sweetly wipe that tear off your cheek only to slap you gently with two of his fingers.

"Louder." You'll hear him say.

He's old, babe. 384 years of age means you gotta speak tf up.

Dom!Plo would lean his hips back enough to keep half of it in and half of it out. So you know, you don't die and practice safe sex.

But since you took that regal slide of his dick like a champ, you'd notice his tusk move and the exposed portion of his cheek compress in what you can make off as a smile — a smirk, really.

"Now, make your master cum like the good little tart you are, my sweet." Comes that reverberating voice of his that sounds so decadently dark and sultry, cupping your cheek and caressing your face with his thumb jamming his cock back in your mouth while the same hand that held your leash of a belt would occasionally pull at random patterns, meriting stifled groans and grunts from your Kel Dor General.

His pace would quicken eventually, claws nestled over your crown while fingers laced with a handful of your groomed locks.

It'd be such a delight and honor to see his head reel back as he mouth fucks the soul out of you, truly a spectacular sight. Seeing him against the evil forces that burn within his soul to say things like 'Fuck, you're so good' or the likes because bestie, that's very un-Jedi of him >:[

So in turn, he just continues to ram his cock so far down your throat at such a paced speed that you feel him thicken inside your mouth, only to cum fucking buckets down your throat, pull mid-way so he can creampie those charming lips of yours and watch as hot, white ropes of Kel Dor essence drip past your chin, trickle down your throat and some on those tantalizing anti-stress tits that happens to be a Kel Dor fave.

Satiated, Dom!Plo would have you lick the cum off his own cock because he wouldn't want to feel all sticky underneath those slacks of his. He also won't forget yanking that belt around your neck so you get to lick the parts that needs cleaning.

With all said and done, Dom!Plo would unbuckle the belt off your neck and tilt your head left to right with but the tip of his talon. Pleased to see scratch marks, dots, and lightly smeared bloodlets over your skin, not to mention the welts left by the leather belt around your neck, he'd give you an approving nod.

Dom!Plo however does not do aftercare. That would be Plo Koon's job or Regular!Plo. Dom!Plo would merely give your head a pat, a ruffle of the hair, and if he's feeling extra generous, would press his rebreather onto your forehead in a kiss of sorts before leaving you with instructions to "... Mediate on your unrighteous desires, little one. The path of the dark side looms within those sinful thoughts."

THE END.

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[dickarchivist]

Lullaby of the Wolffe

Wolffe × GN!Reader

Word Count: 1087

Playlist: Lullaby of the Wolffe

Rating: PG Fluff, but as always Minors DNI 🔞

Contents and Warnings: Insomnia, growing panic due to Insomnia, service animal (charhound), intrusive thoughts, swear words, soft Wolffe, potentially OOC Wolffe, fluff, hurt/comfort, soft sleepy singing

Summary: plagued by anxiety, you can't sleep. Despite your best efforts, Wolffe wakes up beside you. Instead of being angry, he offers you a Lullaby to try and help calm you down.

Author's Notes: The other night I had really bad panic Insomnia and I wanted a comfort fic tailored to my bullshit. I decided it would be a good idea to make a playlist of songs I felt like Wolffe would sing to me in a soft baritone while rubbing my back and trying to soothe me out of my panic. Now that I've made it through the night, I'm writing the fic to go with the playlist. Please enjoy both! I hope you get some rest.

Taglist: @anxiouspineapple99 @wolffegirlsunite @wizardofrozz @eclec-tech @dystopicjumpsuit @clonethirstingisreal @wings-and-beskar @multi-fan-dom-madness @starrylothcat @n0vqni @sev-on-kamino @mythical-illustrator @523rdrebel @littlemissmanga @atomickidsoul @moonwreckd

You can't sleep.

You went for a run. You hit the gym. You walked your charhound. You read a whole book, from start to finish. Cooked meals for the whole week, cleaned the house top to bottom, The laundry was even folded.

You can't sleep.

It wasn't for lack of trying. You'd lay in your bed, but as soon as you'd turned off the distractions, you were alone, and everything else came rushing in to attack you.

"You left the stove on. No. Not the stove, the oven. What's that smell? Are you burning the house down!?" You jump out of bed, run to the kitchen, and there's nothing wrong. The place is just how you left it. That burning smell was the crisp charcoal smell of your service charhound, Soot. You mentally kick yourself, how could you be so stupid? You know that smell, you've known it since she was a pup...

Back in bed. Okay, you think, okay this time will be it. This time you'll sleep.

"You forgot to feed Soot. Useless stupid owner how could you do that to your own baby?" But Soot is asleep at your bedside, her belly warm with her meal. You lay back down. You try to sleep.

You. Can't. Sleep.

Tears well in your eyes and you scream. You're so tired. You can't believe how exhausted you are and yet not a single moment of rest finds you. Soot gets up and puts herself in your arms to keep you from getting distructive. Her higher temperature keeps you warm, but all you feel is cold. You don't sleep a moment all night.

You feel sick, you're sluggish all the next day, because of course. You couldn't sleep. It's been 52 hours. The first day you could hide it, the second it started to show, but today... today you're with the wolfpack. If Plo Koon doesn't bring it to anyone's attention first, you know that Wolffe won't let it slide when he sees you. You've never wanted to stay away from the steely eyed commander more than today.

"You look like hell." Wolffe actually takes his helmet off to get a look at you, and it makes your stomach hurt when you see the concern on his face.

You sigh, roll your eyes, "Thanks. Go away." and turn away from Wolffe, trying to focus on your own work.

"No." His voice is hard, and you want to lash out, but when he grabs your wrist and turns you around, all your anger dissolves at his orders, "Tell me what's going on. Now."

Tears welling in the corners of your eyes, you try to blink them away, try to act tough, but you break under his gaze. "I can't sleep!"

You sob, hard. Wolffe jumps when you rush forward to close the gap, pressing your face against his chestplate, arms clinging around him, and openly sobbing. He hesitates, but eventually puts his arms around you, rubbing your back. It's so comforting, but it only serves to make you cry harder. It makes you realize just how touch starved you've been...

"Alright Cyar'ika, why can't you sleep?" You didn't know his voice could be so soft...

"I d-dont- dont know!" When you pull back, he holds your cheek, rubbing away tears. You close your eyes, and try to breath a little more evenly, "I h-have Insomnia, a-and it's been a few days since-"

"Days?!" Wolffe barks, now holding your face in both hands, "Kriff- you're coming with me."

He grabs your wrist, hauling you through the hallways of the ship. He opens a door to reveal a vacant sleeping quarters, and your stomach drops. "N-no, Wolffe, you don't get it... nothing is going to help, and especially not without Soot here, I won't be able to fall asleep. It's hard enough with Soot, but alone, I can't-"

"Shut up." You do, looking away bashfully, until the door closes behind the two of you, at which point Wolffe starts to take off his armor, "Get in the bed."

You blush wildly, covering your eyes, "Wolffe I'm sleep deprived, not- not sex deprived, I'm really sorry if I misled you but- s-stop laughing!"

"Cyar'ika, we are not having sex. Just getting my armor off so I'm comfortable too. Get in the damn bed, you'll see." Wolffe takes your hands from your eyes and leads you over to a bunk.

He helps you down, takes off your boots, and guides you to lay down. Your face is still hot when he gets into the bed with you, and he earns a squeak from you when he handles you into a cradled position. Your head rests on a pillow between yourself and his arm, comfortable for both of you. His other arms curls around you and you feel his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back.

"I could use a rest, and you definitely need one. Get some sleep... that's an order." He chuckles at the last part, and for a moment, you think this might actually work.

Unfortunately, as soothing as it is, Wolffe's presence did nothing to stop the panic Insomnia. As soon as it's quiet, your mind starts racing. Thoughts of guilt, of shame, thoughts that this is all pity, that he didn't want you because you're undesirable, that-

"Cyare, quit squirming. What's going through that head of yours?"

"E-everything..." damn it. You didn't even notice your movements, but they'd been enough to wake Wolffe, "Once it's quiet, I can't sleep... can't stop the thoughts..."

There's a long, painfully quiet moment where you think you've said something wrong, until you hear Wolffe take a very deep breath. He kisses your forehead, whisping on your skin, "If you tell anyone about this I swear..."

It starts as a hum, a familiar tune rumbling in his chest. Eventually it builds, and he's whispering the song to you. You pull away a little, looking at Wolffe in awe, "Are you... singing me to sleep?"

"If it works." He kisses your forehead, encourages you to get comfortable again, and then picks up his song again once you're secured to his chest.

You don't even notice when you fall asleep. And you don't know how long you slept, but it was peaceful. Restful. You don't even remember the dreams you had, if you had then at all.

"Hey there Cyar'ika, sleep well?" Waking up in his arms, that's what really felt like a dream.

"Thanks to you, I did."

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Who you belong to

Summary: You plan a date night with Wolffe going to a concert for a band you both love. You decided to have some fun and choose a sexy, tempting outfit for your Commander. Turns out the lead singer had his eyes on you and Wolffe needs to remind you who you belong to.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW,18+ (minors pls don't read), biker!Wolffe, sorta possessive Wolffe, jealousy, fingering, kinda public sex, grinding, language, growling, biting, kinda dom!Wolffe, blowjob, Wolffe being Wolffe, soft Wolffe, feelings, mention of a real life band and band member, a few easter eggs as characters, mention of readers looks, a bit long  (I hope I haven't left out anything.)

A/N: This is a gift for my lovely dear also super talented writer (check out her fics!)  friend Gabi! 💖@cloneloverrrrr

I know you love Wolffe and this band so this is especially for you to enjoy! I wrote this in vacay so pls forgive me if I mistyped something. Also this is my first fics post for a very long time so pls be kind. And this is my first ever smuty, spicy fics so Im super excited but also anxious about it. I really hope you'll like it. (I like criticism, but only if you guys are kind and not rude.) And forgive me if something is not correct with the grammar because english is not my first language. There is gonna be a part 2. (smutty!) coming in this week. 

Moodboard made by me in Canva and pictures from Pinterest.

Pls enjoy! 

Satisfied, you looked at yourself in front of the three-part standing mirror. Today promised to be a particularly good day. You finished your job early, so you had time for a pleasant bubble bath and some pampering rituals, which only boosted your confidence even more. Somehow your feminine energies were at a high level today. Several of your customers asked what serum you use, telling you that your skin is almost glowing, and even your hair is shining brighter. Maybe it's the position of the stars, maybe it's the full moon, or even more so, the fact that you happen to be on a date with the hottest Commander of the GAR, Wolffe. Your Wolffe.

Hound introduced you to each other when little tooka kittens moved into the air vent of Fox's office. You were the only applicant who was willing to take in the black and orange colored kittens. Fox and Wolffe were having a few words over a cup of caf when you and Hound arrived at the office. As soon as Wolffe saw you, he knew it was over for him. He fell into you hard, deep and inexorably. He immediately introduced himself, and although you were a bit surprised at first by the approach of the grumpy intimidating clone, you noticed over a little time, the softening of his dark and serious gaze as he looked at you with his silver and whiskey colored eyes. 

You were the only woman who found a crack in his hard, cold armor and moved straight into his heart.

It's been half a year already that you are officially a couple. As far as the strict rules allow. (You had Master Plo's blessing, and that was all that mattered to you. Rules are meant to be broken, anyway.) 

Wolffe has to go on another mission tomorrow, but tonight is all yours. So you certainly had some great plans.

A couple of scented candles in your apartment that made the air smell of pumpkin and cinnamon in honor of the coming autumn. Several outfits have been prepared for your black gothic styled bed and on the soft velvety blankets. The black kitten was sleeping curled up on the cushion of your reading chair. While you swept the orange one off the bed yourself. The little mischievous one really wanted to play with the shoulder strap of the small bag you chose to go with one of the dresses.

Your nails matched your lipstick, which was exactly the same dark rich burgundy as the spicy sweet wine you were sipping while getting ready, and it matched the  love bite marks that Wolffe gave you on your last evenings together. Little gifts, or you can say reminders of who you belong to, and how much he craves you. You loved them, even though they started to fade away a little.

"So it's a good excuse to get some more" you thought cheekily. 

You looked at the outfits, you weren't sure which one to wear, but you were sure of two things you definitely gonna wear. Your new long black vinyl jacket with matching boots and your new black lacy underwear set . The make-up was done, your hair smelled of your favorite shampoo and fell softly in raven black locks on your back, you had already put on your underwear and boots, both of which were surprisingly comfortable. You also talked to two girlfriends on comm.

All three of you lived far from each other, in different rims but you still made time for a little chat several times a week.

You met on a platform where several blogs ran stuff about clones (how little rights they have, how can their situation be helped, what is like dating in such straight circumstances.) and you've been good friends ever since.

One of them used their connections and gifted you two tickets to the concert of your favorite band. You and Wolffe were both fans of Bad Omens, so you couldn't wait for tonight to start. You just asked their advice on what to wear.

"Whatever you choose, knowing the Commander, you won’t be wearing it for long." teased one of them. 

Starting with this, an idea occurred to you!

Risky and bold, but it can turn out well...

You knew that Wolffe would arrive soon, so you said goodbye to your girlfriends and sipped the remaining wine from your glass, making up your mind confidently. You threw your clothes on the floor and only put on your coat. It was perfect: the size, the material, plus it covered enough to not get into an awkward position, as it was long enough. You sprayed a little perfume on yourself, which made you know that Wolffe would only go crazy for you. 

Wolffe had a bike, but not just any speeder bike. It was a big, solid, black, shiny, sport bike. He worked hard for it and put aside all the credit so it could be his. It was his treasure that was guarded with fear until he got to know you. After all, you took the first place in his heart. Anyhow he took great care of her and often maintained her, giving her the name Selene, which is basically the moon goddess in mythology. Until he knew you, she was the only one he cared about, and yes, he even howled sometimes when he drove with her on the capital roads.

He stored it in the small garage belonging to your apartment, which you allowed him to do and for which he showed his gratitude so many times in the form of kisses.

Right now, leaning on the motorcycle, you watch as the person of your desires and love approaches you.

Instead of his usual GAR gear, he wore black pants, boots, and a leather jacket. Smelling like a divine god, woody musk mixed with leather, amber and a hint of bergamot. An elixir that made you crave him more and more every time. 

"Hey handsome. Care for a ride?" you teased him. 

"With a woman like you? Always mesh'la. I will even go to hell with you, it will be heaven for me as long as you are mine and I can kiss you on those lush lips of yours."

You shuddered when you saw his eyes darken, and his seductive tone only made you more aroused. You loved everything about his voice, its depth, the accent, the way he whispered those sinfully sexy words into your ear every night when you were together in his own language.

He wrapped his two strong arms around your waist and kissed you passionately. You haven't seen him in a week, so the kiss quickly turned into tongue and teeth kinda kiss. With this kind of kiss, the world ceases to exist, it's just you and the butterflies in your stomach are about to burst out of excitement and there is only him. His honey-like taste in your tongue, his scent in the air your lungs breathe in, his grip in your body that makes you crazy and his love for you that makes you so utterly obsessed with him. 

You just stayed like that for a while, not paying attention to the outside world, lovingly kissing freely like young lovers. When you separated, both of you were gasping for air and your foreheads touched.

"Miss me that much Commander?" you asked

“So. Very. Kriffing. Much.” 

After every word, he planted a kiss on your lips, emphasizing his truth.

You both put on your helmets and biker gloves headed towards one of the downtown nightclubs on the lower level.

Wolffe drove fast, took the corners confidently, but with certainty. You loved riding a motorcycle with him, the excitement, the feeling of freedom, the fact that your body was almost completely smoothed over his. Wolffe promised that he would teach you to ride a motorcycle after the war, but you knew that together with him you liked riding much more. On the way, the pack members appeared on both sides, Sinker and Comet saluted and waved, and Boost boosted past you at full speed balancing on a rear wheel, all of them howling. You laughed as Wolffe shifted into higher gear more enthusiastically. You thanked the Maker for the hair foam that, when you apply it to your hair and drive at such a high speed, the air creates wonderful tangle-free volume in your hair.

With the tickets, they let you in out of line and you were already inside. Smoke machines and flashing red lights made the concert halls vibe. Upbeat music played that became one with your heartbeat. You chase out several acquaintances in the crowd, to whom you waved enthusiastically. You saw members of the Corrie guard, some troopers from the 501th and the 212th battalions. 

“You look amazing my dear. Absolutely stunning!”

When you heard the familiar chuckle, you turned to Gregor with a big smile as he winked at you from the center of a lady's wreath. He greeted you with two kisses on the cheek, which caused most of the ladies gathered around him to frown glumly with their colorful lips. But you didn't care, you and Gregor were good friends before you got together with Wolffe.

"I see you are not bored. You have quite an amount of pretty ladies as company."

"Well, somehow I have to make up for the time I was gone. And they can't resist the famous 'Gregor charm'." 

When he did his iconic hair straightening motion one girl almost passed out, you just rolled your eyes laughing. Gregor took a good look at you and knew right away.

"Naughty girl! You're gonna kill this poor bastard with your sexiness. Has he noticed it yet?"

"Not yet."

"Good. Play your cards smart dear. And don't sit on cold benches!"

He planted another kiss on your cheek and returned to his ladies. Such a ladies man.

There was a kind of unspoken agreement between you two, when Wolffe was around Gregor would try to flirt with you. This made Wolffe a little jealous and left delicious bruises on your soft skin to your delight while fucking you to heaven. And Gregor's current lady was also jealous and gave the Captain what he wanted much sooner. A win-win situation.

Wolffe put his arms around you. You enjoyed the concert together. You sang the lyrics with the band, you danced as much as the crowd allowed. The music and the atmosphere permeated you completely. You were upbeat and happy, a gorgeous smile was on your face and sparkle in your eyes.

Wolffe looked at you and couldn't get enough of you. He adored you. He was kind of obsessed. Your beautiful appearance, which seems to have been made for him. Your raven and shiny silky hair, your pretty face, your soft and divine body. Your kind heart, which holds so much love. The care that you put in your friendships. The nurture care you showed for the adopted kittens. As you shower his newly acquired war scars with kisses. Your passion for your work. 

He didn't believe in his wildest dreams that he would ever be able to feel this way about someone. 

As he observed you lovingly, he noticed a small blush appear on your cheeks. Then he noticed how the band's lead singer looked at you. Noah kriffing Sebastian was ogling you like you were a delicious dessert to him. Wolffe knew he was your celebrity crush since you were young. Wolffe was no longer paying attention to the music, but to the way the singer almost sang to you, and that he even winked at you. This clearly had an effect on him, because the Commander decided it was time to act. There were two options. He rips out the musician's heart with his bare hands in front of you, or reminds you who you belong to.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't win much with the first move, as he would be arrested and convicted, which would be a lot of paperwork for Fox, leaving option number 2. He took your upper arm and gently but firmly led you out of the crowd and into one of the deserted corridors.

He pinned you to the wall, the cold metal cooling your back. He covers your mouth with his, hot and heavy.

"Wolffe! What's gotten into you?" you asked.

He didn't answer, he just studied your face in silence, the neon lights in the reflection of his cybernetic eyes only made him even more dangerously handsome. The shadows on his face highlighted his strong nose, high cheekbones and attractive lips.

"I decided it's time for a little reminder for you mesh'la. I see you're enjoying the concert too much."

"Yes it's amazing! Aren't you enjoying it?"

"Not really when that bastard singer have eyes on something he shouldn't. I see how he basically eyefucked you. Do you want it mesh'la? Want to fuck him? Don't even get me started on Gregor."

"No. I'm only yours, you know that."

You cupped his face and looked into his eyes, soon you realized regardless, you still get a little reminder how to behave. You smiled at him.

"Good. Now be a good girl, and open up." he commanded.

You obeyed, opened your mouth and looked up at him seductively through your eyelashes.

"Make them wet."

You sucked them in and you gently started to caress his fingers with your tongue and enjoyed the effect you caused him. His eyes are fixed on you, lustful and dark, he swallows, then takes them away from your lips and straight towards your hot, longing center.

That's when he discovers that you're not wearing pants or a skirt. You see the surprise slide across his face and then turn into a satisfied smile. He relaxes his free hand on the belt of the jacket as he unbuttons it, then discovers that you are only wearing your underwear under the jacket, and the thigh high boots. He almost growled with desire.

"Such a dirty girl. You're gonna be the end of me."

He basically groweld in your ears. While he pulled your panties to the side out of his kriffing way and started gently stroking your folds and found that sensitive spongy spot as he slid two fingers into you. You were already wet all evening from the excitement of your choice of clothing and the feelings of his closeness.

His fingers moved rhythmically inside you as he massaged your clit in circular motions with his thumb. You moaned loudly with lust.

"Funny Gregor said that too." you let out a chuckle.

Wolffe suddenly stopped with his motions, eliciting a moan of complaint from you at the lack of his fingers. He grabbed your chin with his fingers wet from your juices, squeezing it a little.

His veins on his neck straining from how hard he's clenching his jaws, the wild nearly homicidal look in those amber colored and silver dark eyes, you began to understand how he came about his name. It aroused you to no end.

"I'm only going to ask this once, and you better have a good answer for me, mesh'la. Who does this pussy belong to? Who do you belong to?"

Maker, you were a whimpering mess, you wanted him so bad to take you right here right now while the concert still plays in the background and with the excitement that anyone could caught you in this position.

"You. Only you Commander." you said

"Will you think about other men when I'm pleasing you?" he asked in a gentle tone but from his eyes you saw how serious he was.

" Never. I'm only yours."

"Wouldn't you like anyone else to touch you like this? Hmm?"

He asked slowly oh so slowly circling your clit with his free hand, the other kept you still by the jaw.

"Are you wishing it was someone elses fingers inside of you? Noah Sebastian maybe? Or Captain Gregor? Do you think they make a better job at knowing you? Loving you like I do?"

His voice was low warm toned, it sent shivers down your spine.

He slipped to fingers in your tight aching cunt. You whined in pleasure wanting more, but he was torturing you with his sweet slow motions. Maker you wanted more.

"No there is only you. Only you my Commander. Oh, Wolffe, give me more! I need to come so bad. I don't want anyone else but you. No rockstar."

"What about the Captain you want him?"

"No, I don't wish for Gregor. Only you my love."

"Good. Don't ever say his name while I'm inside you. Understand that pretty girl?"

You loved it when he spoke to you in his commanding tone.

"Yes."

"Yes, What?" He leaned in closer to you, your lips almost touched.

"Yes, Commander." you said and he let out a satisfied grumble which made your pussy twitch in answer.

Oh, how he loved hearing that rank roll off your lips. Just the thought of it made him rock hard. Just as much as you loved to hear his growls and moans.

You palmed his turgid length through his pants and earned some more pleasant noises from Wolffe.

His fingers begin to swirl on your sensitive bud, you open your legs wider to allow him better access, and let out a small gasp when he gently nibbles your ear. He can feel how wet you get by his movements. His fingers curl in you the way he knows it makes your knees weak you can't help it but to grind into his palm. He starts to explore your neck and jaw gently kissing biting and sucking delicious lovebites on your pale skin.  You can feel you're close to your climax as he moved his hand in you and rubbed on your clit, when he felt your inner muscles clench around him he let out a satisfied growl in your ear, when you decided to lean closer to him and lick a long stripe over his pulse.

"Fuck...Wolffe...I'm close.." you moaned.

"Then cum for me mesh'la, give it to me sweet thing..."

Your climax hit you hard and you felt so wonderfully helpless as the room spun and you saw stars, you heard the music from the still running concert show.

He still had his hand in you still hit that oh so sweet spongy spot to help you ride out your orgasm. Wolffe loved to make you cum. Feeling you fall apart in his arms seeing how beautiful you were and how vulnerable in those moments it turned him on like nothing else.

"Shhh you such a good girl." he shooted you and kissed your forehead. "But you have to earn another one. Is it okay for you sweet thing?"

"Yes. Please. Please I need to taste you Commander."

You knelt down, running your fingers gracefully along his thick muscled legs up towards the zipper. When your hand was on his hardness, you looked up seductively.

"May I Commander suck on your cock sir? "

"Yes you fucking may. I like it when you know how to behave. Good girls get a reward."

Some concern appeared on your face when you saw his huge cock bounce out from his pants. He was perfect and you became more aroused when you see the effect you made on him. You rubbed your red plum lips gently to the tip to smear his salty pre cum then you slid it fully into your mouth ever so slowly and Wolffe let out a sexy hoarse voiced moan. You welcomed him with wet hotness and a tight throat as you moved up and down on his shaft. You tried to take him further, still only getting half way.

Your mouth felt a little dry, since you had been singing and shouting at the concert so far. Wolffe caressed your face lovingly, then turned up your face by the jaw:

"I got you. Open up, pretty girl, let me help you."

You obeyed, you opened your mouth with your eyes closed and felt him kiss you passionately and spit in your mouth.

You couldn't take it, you reached down with your hand and played with yourself until you were now completely wet and hot and could let him into your mouth and suck on him rhythmically up and down. His head fell back in pleasure.

"Just like that...so kriffing good...so good with that pretty mouth of yours."

You gently wrung guttural moans from him. Holding his gaze was hard but something in his gaze just kept you there. You couldn't look away from him.

He had that lustful loving look on you full of feral and hunger for you. Only you can get this reaction out of him. Only you hold this power over him, that makes him rock hard and wild for you.

You enjoyed and valued this power, this connection you two had. Force bond? Fuck that! You two were so perfect, so meant to be. Fucking soulmates.

You might have closed your eyes for these sweet thoughts because you heard his command.

"Don't you dare look away from me mesh'la."

He was satisfied with your quick response because he gently grabbed your hair and with one hand he guided you on his cock.

"That's it, keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I fuck that pretty mouth. "

He couldn't have looked away if he tried to. The way his cock disappeared in and out from your mouth, as your talented tongue worked on him it almost made him lose his mind. If he was gonna die this is the way he wants to leave this life, with you, inside you. Loving you.

"Ah sweetheart I'm close... Will you be good and swallow? You can say the safe word if you want to stop."

You worked on him with more passion and gripped his hips as an answer.

You knew exactly what made him feel heavens, what movements he needed to tip over the edge and cum.

Your pace quickened and your tongue too, his grip tightened in your hair and his moans were louder.

You didn't care about the world around you, what mattered is the two of you, to bring pleasure to each other. And luckily he  chose a well hidden corridor. So you weren't disturbed.

He came hard, his head fell back, eyes closed growling like a real wolf. His salty warm cum came down your throat as you swallowed all of it. He looked down on you with lovesick eyes.

You looked so lovely, your mascara a bit smeared from your tears, your mouth is red glistening with his cum, your hair is messy and your eyes full of emotions.

He helped you up, kept you close to him, kissed you with love and passion.

"I'm so crazy for you mesh'la."

He whispered to your locks when he gave you a forehead kiss. You hugged him tight, intoxicated with his warmness and his cologne.

"Should I help you with something?"

"I just go for a quick touch up in the bathroom." you said.

You went into another corridor with still wobbly legs and acknowledged that there was no line in frotnt of the bathrooms so the show must be still going on.

You only saw a pretty lilac twilek girl press Gregor to the wall kissing him furiously. When he saw you he held his fist out and you fist bumped it while going in the ladies room.

You cleaned yourself up, put on another coat of lipstick, wiped away the smeared mascara and noticed all the lovely bruises your Commander gave you. Your neck was full of maroon colored lovebites, they were very noticable and very sexy on your skin. Wolffe guaranteed everyone saw he marked his territory.

When you went back he was waiting for you, and when you entered the crowd again he whispered to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Don't worry mesh'la the night isn't over yet. I have some plans for you after the concert. When I'm done with you my love, you won't even remember your own name."

...

Part 2. is coming soon!

[winterironevents]

March/April Monthly Round Up!

Welcome to our first round up of the WinterIron Bingo Round 2!! Since our round began mid-way through March, we're combining March & April for a jam-packed round up of fantastic works!

If you want your bingo works to be included in future round ups, you must fill out the Fill Submission Form.

Lastly, thank you @massivespacewren for the beautiful art seen above!

Happy Cum-Day (E) by endlesstwanted @endlesstwanted

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Porn Without Plo, Penis In Vagina Sex

Summary: Bucky comes home to a birthday surprise from his roommate.

Healing Heart (T) by scottxlogan @scottxlogan

Tags: Adult Content, Enemies to Lovers, Panic Attacks, Tony Stark Has Panic Attacks, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bickering, Swearing, Flirting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, 5+1 Things, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Healing, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Redemption, Implied Sexual Content, Making Out, First Kiss, Canon-Typical Violence, Threats of Violence, Self-Sacrifice, Drama & Romance, Couch Cuddles

Summary: After facing a dangerous threat to his future Tony reflects on the five times Bucky rescued him through their time spent together as they evolve from enemies to lovers along the way. Meanwhile Bucky reflects on the one time that Tony rescued him and turned his world around.

The Promise (T) by naivelittleprincess

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply, Pre-Relationship, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie),Hopeful Ending

Summary: “You better haul your ass back here, Sarge. Coz I’m old as shit. I’m in no condition to go scouting after a lost soldier.” (In which Bucky needs to go on the run, but he won't do so without saying goodbye)

Bad Day Protocol (E) by maukree @maukree

Tags: POV Tony Stark, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities, Avengers Compound, Bucky is an Avenger, Winter is an Avenger, Missions, Protective Winter, Protective Tony Stark, Confident Bucky Barnes, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Anal Sex, Unsafe Sex, very slight sub/dom undertones, Controlling Winter, Bottom Tony Stark, Top Winter, Flirting, Pining, Mutual Pining, Multiple Personalities, Size Kink

Summary: When Tony considers laying down the charm on Bucky Barnes around Steve, it's not with some grand plan in mind to actually be nicer. If anything, it serves the sole purpose of pissing Steve off.

The problem is, when Tony makes this decision—this half-cocked, spur-of-the-moment resolution to dial up the harmless flirt offensive—he doesn't pause to consider the potential fallout. Honestly, not for a second does he entertain the thought that this could backfire so spectacularly, not just with Bucky, but with Winter too.

[or]

Tony has no clue how he lets it get this far, but it’s not just his own fault. Not. Alright?

Lips like sugar, sugar kisses (T) by Wolfsheart @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Domestic Avengers, Avengers Family, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Tony's cabin is the new Avengers Tower, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Tony Stark Feels, Bucky Barnes Feels, Tony Stark got a new arm, Tony and Pepper were never married, Adorable Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Background Relationships, Mention of Loki/Bruce Banner, Mention of Steve Rogers/Thor, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Marshmallow Fluff, Breakfast, First Kiss, Flirting, Friends to Lovers

Summary: Bucky is still adjusting to living at Tony's cabin with the rest of the Avengers, and that includes being Uncle Bucky to the most adorable Stark child. Sometimes that includes consuming sugar bombs that make him glad of his super soldier constitution. In all of this are the feelings he's begun to have for Tony, but what does all of that flirting and cuddling during movie nights mean? Bucky's about to find out.

Hungry eyes (E) by nicoline1998enilocin @nicoline1998enilocin

Tags: Large age gap, PWP, Top!Bucky Barnes, Bottom!Tony Stark

Summary: Growing up, neither Bucky nor Tony ever thought they would get married, but it was an absolute no-brainer when they found love in each other. Now that they're on their honeymoon together, they cannot stop touching and loving each other, wanting to be close to one another for as long as possible.

My Love Is Vengeance - Chapter Seven (M) by PoliZ @polizwrites

Tags: Bodyguard AU, Double Agents, Recovering!Bucky, Young!Tony, Hydra, Memory Loss, Kidnapping, Escape

Summary: Bucky and Tony make their escape from the Hydra base, but not without cost.

A Sugar-Coated Pill - Chapter Seven (E) by PoliZ

Tags: Omegaverse, Sugar Daddy AU, Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Tony, Amputee!Bucky, Young!Tony, Secret Identities, Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: Tony gets a momentous phone call, which triggers him to reveal some important personal information to Bucky.

Getting It Right (T) by scottxlogan

Tags: Pre-Relationship, Idiots in Love, Awkward Flirting, Single Parent Tony Star, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Friendship, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark Friendship, Self-Esteem Issues, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Feelings, First Kiss, Crushes

Summary: The weekend trip with Steve, Sam, Bucky and Tony takes a turn when Pepper is called away on business leaving Tony on dad duty. As much as Tony's trying to do his best, he finds himself a bit overwhelmed when things aren't working out quite as he hoped for. It feels like a mess until Bucky steps in and offers a helping hand hoping to make life easier for the man he's been crushing on.

WinterIron Bingo Round Two - April Round Robin (G) by endlesstwanted, Faustess, HadrianPeverellBlack, Politzania, purpleicedteas, Sivan325 @purpleicedteas @sivan325

Tags: Round Robin, No Powers AU, First Date, Fluff, Wishes, Lazy Afternoon, Cooking, Bookstores,

Summary: After a successful first date, Tony and Bucky stay in touch until they can go out again.

A Little Bit Carried Away - Chapter Three (E) by PoliZ

Tags: No Powers AU, Omegaverse, Omega!Tony, Alpha!Bucky, Travel Mishaps, Scents, Sexual Fantasy, Rimming, Roleplay, Pretend Dating, Breeding Kink, Sex Toys, Pining,

Summary: Bucky plays the part of a protective alpha boyfriend, adding his own twist that in turn triggers a kink for Tony. They make plans to meet back up and Pepper gets involved.

A Little Bit Carried Away - Chapter Two (E) by PoliZ

Tags: No Powers AU, Omegaverse, Omega!Tony, Alpha!Bucky, Travel Mishaps, Scents, Roleplay, Sexual Fantasy, Sexting, Rimming, POV Alternating

Summary: Bucky can’t get Tony out of his head, and fantasizes about sexting with him. The next day, Tony sends him a request for assistance: to pretend to be a protective boyfriend.

Blinded by Passion (M) by PoliZ

Tags: Implied Sexual Content, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love

Summary: After Tony and Bucky fall in bed together; they have to figure out what comes next.

Tempting Fate, Chapter 2: Devotion (M) by otpcutie @otpcutie

Tags: Medieval AU, Omegaverse, Alpha Bucky, Omega Tony, mutual pining, angst, protective Bucky, emotional hurt/comfort

Summary: Bucky takes care of Tony.

The Call (E) by scottxlogan

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Phone Sex, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Bucky Barnes Has Nightmares, Light Dom/sub, Flirting, Swearing, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cuddling & Snuggling

Summary: When Bucky wakes up after a nightmare to a phone call from Tony, he's not sure what to expect, but when a wrong number turns into a steamy conversation it appears that maybe Bucky and Tony can bring something a bit more satisfying to each other's lives beyond the naughty connection they've made through conversation.

Clothing Room (T) by demonpanda @pandagirl45

Tags: Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Kissing, Clothing Room

Summary: A make-out in a clothing room. No one is around, so they have time.

Let Go the Limit (E) by demonpanda

Tags: Feral Behavior, Bucky has Ruts, Established Relationship, Switch Tony Stark

Summary: Tony knows it is par for the course for their line of work. But Ruts, Tony wasn’t excepting this. He wasn’t expecting a month of it.

[loverboy-havocboy]

I'd love to know more about 'rank and file (wolffe/wolfpack)' pleeeeease!!!! 😇

this is my most recent wip!! i only have 200 words and a vague idea so far - but it was born in the discord server from my musings about how wolffe is usually the top and/or dom in fics, but maybe he's tired of being in charge. he's a marshal commander, maybe he needs a break, and maybe the pack gives it to him.

snippet under the cut - vaguely nsfw i guess

"What are you, Wolffe?"

I'm a Marshal Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic. I'm General Plo Koon's second in command. I'm your superior officer.

A sharp tug at his curls pulls a whine from him and forces him to arch his back.

"I'm your good boy," he replies breathlessly. When the fist in his hair tightens, he hurries to add, "Sir."

"That's right," Boost praises. "Very good, trooper."

[sinisterexaggerator]

Okay. The whole Hondo x Aurra post, as usual very on point, but I have questionnnnnnnnnnnnns ♥

Can you make up scenarios/samples of them clashing while in a hunt or anything that lead up to Hondo either calling it quits? Cause, idk.. I feel like Hondo called it quits as opposed to Aurra, but I could be wrong?

(The Clone Wars: Bounty Hunter: Boba Fett | illustrated by Wayne Lo)

Yes, I think so too, as I mentioned earlier! I see Hondo as the one to call it quits, as Aurra would most likely use Hondo to her benefit until she couldn't anymore. HONDO is the one used to using people, so to speak, and he doesn't like a taste of his own medicine. Two, he seems to like to be in control of his own fate, and to leave it in someone's hands such as Aurra, during a job per se, is not something he wants to repeat after experiencing the way she operates in the field, most likely many, many times -- and then regretting it.

I take into account her "never asking permission for anything" and that he "bailed under her command" as per the dialogue.

One scenario might be similar to what occurred with Boba Fett. Hondo, Aurra, and others are working together on some sort of job. He even mentions that in passing before she kills Castas. "Remember dat job we pulled?" Hondo claims he used to be a bounty hunter. In fact, he at some point goes after Q'ira in "Forces of Destiny." It's a short animated cartoon!

Anyway, just like Aurra left Boba Fett to Plo Koon (yer man), and did not go back to help him once he is in trouble, I imagine the same thing happened to Hondo, and maybe more than once. He realizes he cannot rely on her, she cannot be trusted, and is only in it for herself.

Sure, she might come back with a: "I wanted to help you honey, but I would have been captured, too," all sugary sweet. For a while maybe he buys it. But, after one too many times I see it grating on his nerves. He stops putting any faith into her, and does not want to continue a working/business relationship -- even if they keep having sex on the reg.

Chances are, she tries to and does control him in the bedroom more often than not. I bet her strap game is strong. I say Hondo is a switch, so he doesn't mind being dommed or taken control of in the right situation. You can't tell me he had those restraints just for show or hostages. They were heart-shaped for crying out loud.

Anyway. I doubt she stopped there. I can see her being bossy and manipulative to the point Hondo has to cut her loose. That makes it awkward anytime she decides to drop by unannounced, though he saves face by at least being hospitable.

Hondo can be a patient man, me thinks, if the payout is big. Considering there would be nothing in this relationship of benefit to him, he has little patience, and especially if she at all tries to degrade him as is her way with others we see in canon. She even treats Boba like shit for the most part -- at least she doesn't let him drink alcohol.

As far as sex, he can get that from anywhere. Just look at those Weequay chicks hanging off him.

If you want something specific ...

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Aurra: Where have you been?

Hondo: *Looks terrible, covered in dirt and debris, frowning.* En jail, where else?

Aurra: I thought you would have escaped sooner than this.

Hondo: Perhaps I would not be en jail en de first place ef you had waited for me! I said I was on de way!

Aurra: There were guards on my tail.

Hondo: And yet, here you sit. Et seems you got away and perhaps would have had time tu come and scoop me up. no?

Aurra: No.

Hondo: Yes, very well. All dat matters es you are safe... *Grits teeth and walks off.*

Aurra: And where are you going now?

Hondo: *Turns, agitated. Embittered tone.* Tu take a shower. Es dat all right with you, my dear?

Aurra: "Watch your tone, honey."

Hondo: Ap-ap-ap!! You know what you are going tu watch?! ME! Leaving! Never tu return! Far, far away from here I go! Do not bother tu follow me, I am finished! Through! To the depths with you!"

Aurra: *Filing her nails.* Uh-huh.

Hondo: *Pouting* I'll only be a minute.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Hi, DJ! I’m here to ship you 💘

Alright, I thought about this for a good long while, and I keep coming back to the fact that you have BDE, so you need a trooper that can match that with no sweat.

That being said: It’s gotta be 🐺Wolffe or ☀️Cody. They’re confident, witty, and smart. They would love how thoughtful and hardworking you are, and you’d get them to relax and have fun!

Wolffe would be super proud to introduce you to Papa Plo, and the wolfpack would always wanna hang out with you.

Cody would take you with him to have tea with Obi-Wan, and the three of you would discuss everything from politics to poetry to art.

First of all, if you could see how hard I'm blushing right now, you might change your BDE diagnosis 🤣

But damn, how am I supposed to decide between Wolffe and CODY?! Between filthy, primal fun and being worshiped and adored? Between Plo Koon as a father-in-law and a Wolfpack full of little brothers, and Obi-Wan as a sister wife? I can't choose!

Okay, thots below the cut, because you awakened something in me.

It's a near thing, and it seems like it's going to crash and burn before Plo Koon and Obi-wan intervene to keep Wolffe and Cody from trying to murder each other. Eventually, they work out a shared schedule, and it's kriffing great.

Ever since you (or was it Kira?) suggested that I step on Wolffe, it's been on my mind. So here's how I headcanon the good commander:

He's a dom-leaning switch, but in certain relationships, he'll always take a submissive role. He likes someone who can keep up with his sarcasm, and he secretly likes it when his partner is kinda mean. He's not into pain (had enough of that, thanks), but if you sit on his face and order him to prove to you that his pretty mouth is good for something, he'll probably come untouched. Ideally, you'll notice now close he is before it happens and order him to get you off first. If you do this, he will burn up every shred of self-control he possesses, and the second you come, he'll be right there with you.

Now Cody is a whole other ballgame (pun absolutely intended; he loves it when you play with his balls). Cody is a pleasure dom through and through. There's not a submissive bone in his body, but he's unlikely to ever be strict. If you're looking for degradation or roughness, you're going to need to schedule that in with Wolffe, because Cody simply won't do it. This man is the consent KING, and he will constantly check in with you in the most gentle and loving way to make sure you're having a good time. But make no mistake--he's the one in charge, and if you act out (WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO CODY???????), his punishment is more likely to be teasing and edging you (in a public place if you've been very, very bad) rather than spanking or humiliating you.

Also, Cody likes to be called Daddy. And Wolffe likes it when you call him your big, bad Wolffe.

I don't make the rules.

[sinfulsalutations]

Listen I'm really feeling Eve x Wolffe for some reason (I just feel it in my bones) so if you could give some headcanons for them for the OC ask game I'd love it!!

⋆ ★ ᴅᴇᴇᴊᴀ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴɪᴜꜱ. ᴇᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. ꜱᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇꜱ…

𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕩 𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗𝕗𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ

SUCH a hot couple, like holy shit. if you saw them at 79’s or on some GAR base just lowly talking to each other all you would be thinking is how good they look together. And intimidating.

They gossip. A lot.

Eve has somehow gotten Wolffe to join her for a good amount of her allotted meditation time. He enjoys it more than he’s expressed.

When Wolffe’s stern expressions aren’t communicating what he wants them to when talking to someone, Eve talks for him. She tends to add in some colorful language as well.

Eve likes to joke they have matching eye scars, so they were meant for each other.

Stolen kisses on base. If the other commanders found out he was doing such a thing he’d be so embarrassed.

They agree on wayyy more things than each of them expected. It’s a sweet little surprise.

Keldabe kisses before any mission or deployment. It’s necessary. Neither of them knows who started it but neither of them forget it. Ever.

Wolffe teaches her how to properly handle a blaster.

From his experience with lightsabers, he doesn’t want it around, and Eve understands that and keeps it out of sight, out of mind. She just hopes he understands that he’d never hurt him like that and would much more likely defend him to her death with it.

He could swear that she is the only person who has ever made him smile. Even if it weren’t technically the truth.

Nights at 79’s. Eve is a mean drunk, and will occasionally call Wolffe names and playfully shun him, only to later in the night when he’s taking her back to the base leave sloppy kisses all over his jaw and neck, mouthing sincere apologies into his skin.

Before Eve and Wolffe became a thing, Plo Koon and her never were on the best terms. She was an irritating padawan for everyone. But as they talk more he grows to respect her and acknowledge her growth and talent as a Jedi. So basically, the dad approves.

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[starlightrows]

12 — Mercy Mission

Hiding In Plain Sight

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: p in v sex, accidental blue balls, teasing, fem!dom reader but you don't have to squint as hard this time, shower sex, oral male receiving

Summary: You and Wolffe are interrupted during some alone time

Note: This is the chapter that started this whole story for me! This entire story is based around the idea that Wolffe was grumpy in this episode because he got interrupted at just the wrong moment.

Quiet, suppressed groans and the gentle smack of thighs against buttocks. It’s a good night. The 104th has standing orders to travel two full standard days to regroup with General Plo. What better way to pass the time in your technically off duty hours than getting a little hot and heavy in Commander Wolffe’s quarters? 

“Fuck” he groans, his grip on your hips tightening with each thrust 

“You’re going easy” you tease, pushing yourself back onto him “Come on Commander, show a girl a good time” 

He gives your hips a yank backwards and stops moving, fully seated inside you. He leans over your back, putting his lips right by your ear. “You’re a greedy little thing aren’t you?” 

One of his hands snakes down to your sex and presses in to find your clit. He gives it a pinch with the knuckles of his first two fingers, causing you to gasp.

“Wolffe!” You whine as he kneads your clit 

“Are you gonna be good?” He asks, nipping at your ear lobe 

“Yeah” you whimper 

“Good” he changes his technique and begins massaging your clit with his thumb instead “I want you to cum on my cock baby” 

“Fuck…. nnuugghh… Wolffe…” you whimper feeling the familiar warmth and tension within yourself growing. 

Encouraged by your moaning and obvious pleasure he begins moving his hips again. Short, deliberate thrusts into your dipping pussy. 

Suddenly he can feel the walls of your pussy contracting around him, and your legs shaking against his. A choked sound escapes your lips as you fall apart in his arms. He groans along with you, and picks up the pace trying to get himself over the edge too. 

“Fuck… yeah… yeah… yeah” 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Son of a bitch!” He groans, glaring at his com device screaming at him and vibrating on the bedside table. You moan and collapse forward onto the bed, allowing him to slide out of you. You bury your face in a pillow, trying to hide the sounds of your panting while he rolls over to answer the com call. 

“What?” He answers somewhat aggressively 

“Sorry to wake you Commander, we’re being hailed by Master Yoda and Senator Amidala, they say it’s urgent and they must speak to you” Comes the voice on the other end. If you had more of your wits about you, you might be able to tell which member of the battalion was speaking. 

“I’ll be up in a minute” he snaps. With that he turns off the com and flops back down on the mattress raking his hands over his face, willing his throbbing erection to go down so he can be presentable for duty. 

You turn your head towards him, and push yourself up on your forearms “Hey, go jump in a cold shower, we have to get moving” 

“Easy for you to say” he grunts. Still he gets up and gets into a freezing cold shower and runs through his usual list of unpleasant thoughts that help to… calm him down… 

Meanwhile you get moving too, hastily cleaning yourself up and getting dressed, before finding him some cleans blacks and setting out his armor for easy access. By the time you’re dressed and ready to sneak out, he’s walking out of the fresher with damp hair and trying not to shiver. 

You place your hand on his shoulder and kiss his cheek, “See you out there, I’ll make it up to you when we have the chance. I promise” 

He nods and gives your lips a peck too. 

“I’m gonna hold you to that” he grumbles, watching you slip out the door and hearing the lock click behind you. He notices exactly two things when you’re gone. Two very intentional things you’ve done. 

Firstly, you laid out his kama for him to wear with his armor. You’ve made it very apparent to him that you like it when he wears it. 

And second… your panties are sitting on his pillow.

“Little brat,” he mutters with a shake of his head. He makes sure to tuck the panties under the pillow just in case, before he starts getting dressed. The shower did help, sort of, the erection is gone but now his whole body is cold and stiff… and his balls fucking ache. 

It’s been a few months since the incident with the admiral and your time together on shore leave. Just like General Plo had said, the court martial took place and he was found guilty. He was dishonorably discharged from service. 

Your petition to the senate to have better equipment available for all military personnel regardless of status as a clone or civilian soldier, went exceptionally well and the bill was passed. 

The 104th moved onto their new battle cruiser and things have been going quite well ever since. The only thing that hasn’t exactly gone well so far is that Wolffe has yet to make good on his promise to himself that he would tell you how he truly feels. The timing just hasn’t been right for it. He knows he shouldn’t wait, things can change without warning during war, but he can’t bring himself to say it yet. 

He tries not to think about things like that, instead he focuses on getting himself dressed and ready as quickly as he can manage and reports in for duty to the bridge of the ship where Boost is there waiting for him, with you. 

“Sir” Boost acknowledges Wolffe’s entrance 

“Sir” you follow suit respectfully 

“Well, where’s the fire?” he asks gruffly

“We’ll be dropping out of light speed in approximately 10 minutes Commander” Boost informs him 

“Why? Our orders are to rendezvous with General Plo, we are nowhere near the rest of his fleet” 

“Apparently the system we are about to pass suffered from massive tectonic tremors. They’re republic citizens, Senator Amidala and Master Yoda have asked that we stop and scan for life forms”  

“Alright. When we drop out of light speed scan for life forms and then hail the Senator and the General” Wolffe orders 

“Yes sir” Boost addresses him 

“Captain, prepare a medical team to provide aid if needed”

“Yes sir” you respond. Knowing that he’s still a bit hot under the collar and irritated from a raging case of blue balls, you make sure to keep things professional… for now…

The scan of the planet reveals there are thousands of life forms on the surface in need of aid. You get working to prepare medical supplies and prepare the transport ships to go down to the surface, while Commander Wolffe speaks to Senator Amidala. 

Just as you’re finishing up the loading process, R2D2 and the brass plated protocol droid that never seems to stop talking board the ship as well. Before you can say something to hush them, Sinker beats you to it. 

“Suck it up, Shiney!” 

You shake your head and climb up into the cockpit with Slush. He shuts the cockpit door and gives you a glance. 

“Commander’s a little grumpy this morning, not a lot of sleep last night?” He waggled his eyebrows at you 

“Wouldn’t you like to know” you roll your eyes, while fastening the straps of your seat 

“Well, this shouldn’t take too long. Then maybe he can catch up on his… sleep” he sniggers. 

“Alright that’s enough out of you” you swat his shoulder and lean back in your chair. Out the window you see a giant bug fly up out of the clouds, with a wide eyed and toothy grinned Aleena riding on its back. They wave at you and shout something you interpret to be, follow me!

“Great, it’s gonna be another one of those planets” Slush shakes his head and follows the leading vessel. The flight down doesn’t take very long. As you approach the surface you can see why the squad has been called off course to provide aid. It is a mess down there. Clearly there used to be dwellings and a market and some kind of temple in this area you’ve just landed in, now there just seems to be masses of Aleena trying to clear debris and set up temporary shelter. 

Slush lands the ship, and starts directing troops to start unloading supplies. You climb down from the cockpit and join Sinker, Boost and Wolffe who are heading over to speak to the Aleena. The first thing you notice about this planet is how hot and dusty it seems to be. You can already feel your clothes sticking to your skin and dust settling into your boots and in your hair. All of them have their helmets and armor on so they are a little more protected but even so, you can tell without seeing his face, Wolffe is still a bit irritable at the moment just from the way he’s walking with a somewhat lumbering gait. 

Your party stops a few feet away from the Aleena that have come out to greet you, and gaze down at them. One pushes to the front of the crowd, clearly their leader based on his confidence in speaking for the group and the large headdress he wears. You find yourself struggling to keep a straight face as he speaks, because despite how awful this situation appears to be he’s quite animated and excited. 

“Okay, who packed the translator droid?” Wolffe asks out to the group, glancing over his shoulder.

“Hello! Hello!  I'm here, Commander” the protocol droid calls as he toddles over. The droid approaches the Aleena and begins speaking to them in the same language they had initially regarded you with. The Aleena leader suddenly runs forward after a few exchanged words and hugs the droid's leg. “My, a local custom, I suppose. Interesting”

The two of them speak back and forth for a couple of minutes, all the while you and the lads stand there looking a bit confused. 

“Ah… did you get that?” Wolffe asks, patience for this situation already wearing thin

“I certainly did” 3PO says “Commander Wolffe, you have the honor of meeting King Manchucho. His message, simply put is, Welcome to our disaster. Glad you could come”

The Aleena leader turns back to his people and says something to them that causes them to cheer with glee. “They will save us and feed our stomachs. The Gods below will know peace once more” 3PO translates. 

Wolffe shakes his head and makes no attempt to hide his eye roll as the Aleena continue cheering

“They are expressing gratitude, Commander, and the chant is a rather flowery way of asking, What's for dinner?” 3PO continues

Before Wolffe has the opportunity to respond you feel the ground beneath your feet start to vibrate and then violently shake. You have to steady yourself so you don’t fall over or knock into Sinker standing beside you. 

Wolffe com crackles to life as the ground continues to shake “Commander, we're experiencing some settling from the original event. It's to be expected” someone relays

“An aftershock, everyone” Wolffe assures the group. The soldiers have all experienced seismic events before on other worlds, even back on Kamino minor quakes could stir up the already stormy ocean and could be felt within the walls of Tipoca City. 

Unfortunately the Aleena were not so easily reassured, they wailed in terror as 3PO attempted to calm them. The shaking subsided and the Aleena began cheering once more, possibly believing 3PO had made the shaking stop with his words. 

Wolffe turned back to you and the lads, “Trooper squads, scan for unstable ground. Mark unsafe areas. Let's get these cans unloaded” he ordered

Sinker and Boost took off immediately to start assembling squads to carry out those tasks, you remained by Wolffe’s side until he had an order that pertained to you or you encountered a task that required your skills. You land up just walking with him, 3PO, R2 and a gaggle of Aleena that seem to whip and weave around your feet as your walk. 

“Access and repair of their mainframe computers is job one. The R2-unit has uploaded the Republic's reboot manuals with instructions on how to make the equipment we're leaving operational” Wolffe explains, intending for 3PO to provide translation for the team's action plans to the Aleena king. 

The king responds to 3PO, “They are asking if we would make peace in the ground” 

“We’re good but we’re not that good” Wolffe scoffs while turning around to call Sinker over. “Take your team, the R2-unit and a couple of Aleena to the mainframe station. Let's get them back online” 

“On it, sir. All right, little fellas, let's go” Sinker says, leading the way for the troop of Aleena that had been talking to 3PO. You decide this would probably be something you could assist with and attempt to walk off with them, but Wolffe catches your arm. 

“Ah ah, you’re with me” he says. You’re a bit shocked by his sudden shift in decorum, it must register on your face because he explains quickly  “Don’t leave me alone with that maker forsaken protocol droid” 

You chuckle and walk with him towards the ships being unloaded. “Yes sir” you address him, with just the slightest hint of a tease in your voice. He throws you a look, one of those don’t push it, kind of looks. 

You trail along with Wolffe as he oversees the troops setting up tents and distributing supplies to necessary locations. Wolffe still appears to be walking a bit stiffly, like his shoulders and back are tensed up, but you can tell he’s doing his best to be patient and stay composed. 

“We've marked out areas for a temporary hospital and a communal kitchen here” he explains, walking the Aleena king through the village of tents and temporary shelters that have been put up in the last few hours. 

The king says something, gesturing wildly with his arms, “The Aleena feel great shame. He is saying, first, peace must be restored” 3PO supplies “ We must go inside... Under... Inside. He says no to the kitchen” 

Wolffe stops short, narrowing his eyes and letting his frustration creep into his voice “This is a relief mission”

“Indeed. Perhaps, they do not allow eating in public” 3PO replies. Suddenly all of the Aleena that have been jogging beside you to keep up begin chanting or singing, difficult to tell. 

“What are they doing?” you ask curiously, as they continue to wail. 

“Do I need this?” Wolffe rolls his eyes. 

Before 3PO’s binary brain can come up with a response Wolffe’s got a finger in his face “Here's how it is. My orders are to deliver supplies and reestablish power and communication systems. Report back to the transport the moment that R2-unit has completed the download. Tell them we'll be out of their hair in no time” 

“Splendid. A firm hand. Well done, Commander, if I may say. Well done” 3PO blathers on, even after Wolffe has turned around and begun to stalk off towards the supply crates by the ship. 

“Captain!” Wolffe barks over his shoulder 

You step to and fall in line beside him. His brows are furrowed and his frown puts age lines in his handsome face. 

“You need a snackers bar” you giggle under your breath

“What?” His voice is sharp 

“Well, You’re not you when you’re hungry. I’ve never known you to be so bothered by a humanitarian mission” you say innocently

“Are you fucking serious right now?” he mutters 

You can’t help it, you start laughing. You know you shouldn’t, he’s hot and uncomfortable in more ways than one, and you know that you’re not one to be messed with when you’re having a rough day. 

Wolffe is not laughing. He is scowling at your giggles, and glancing around to make sure no one sees… then suddenly he grabs your arm and pulls you around behind the supply crates and pushes you up against the outer wall of the ship. Your laughter gets caught up in your throat and replaced by a squeak of surprise at this brash change in the situation. 

“You know exactly what I’m hungry for” he presses in close, you can feel the unyielding plastoid armor against your clothes and know that he is straining beneath it in all this heat. “Behave” 

You can see in his eyes, that is not a threat. It’s a promise. 

“Yes sir” you practically pur. You consider pressing yourself forward into him, adding fire to this flame to see if you could get him to break. But you think better of it, you’re already pushing the limits of this secret arrangement as it is by teasing him like this. “I’m not wrong though, you need to eat something and drink some water, I know you’re hungry and dehydrated”

He steps away from you and shakes his head “I’ll drink some water and have a ration bar. Why don’t you go check in on the medical tent” 

“Of course Commander” you regain your professional tone and give him a more polite nod before heading off in the direction of the medical tent. 

Wolffe watches you walk away. He’s got it so bad for you, a couple months ago any sort of joke like that would have resulted in you getting a loud lecture and some kind of physical training related punishment. Very militaristic. He shakes his head and heads off to get this mission moving along so he can get back on the cruiser. 

You get to work in the temporary hospital, helping with the few civilians that were injured in the quakes. A few hours later, most of the injured Aleena are bandaged and splinted. Eventually Cricket sticks his head into the medical tent

“Hey Doc, the protocol droid and R2 sealed the breach in the ground that was disrupting the ground dwellers. We think the tremors should stop now” he says

“Breech?” you ask “Ground dwellers? I go treat patients for a couple hours and I miss everything!” 

“Trust me Doc, I’m sure you’ll hear all about it on the flight back from 3PO” he smirks 

“Nope” you say standing up quickly and shouldering your medical bag “Nope, nope nope. I’m getting in that cockpit and shutting the door” 

“You better hurry, Boost might fist fight you for the copilot's spot” he says, holding the tent flap open for you. 

Before long, the ships are loaded back up and the troops prepare to leave. You land up relinquishing your spot and allowing Boost to go sit up in the cockpit with Slush. The Aleena’s incessant and high pitched speech and 3PO’s never ending narration have left him with a headache, back ache, foot ache, everything ache. You took a bit of a backseat on this mission, so letting him ride up front is no trouble for you. 

You sit with Wolffe, Sinker and Jag as the ship takes off and heads back towards the 104th’s battle cruiser. 

“So…. are we back on off hours when we dock, Commander?” Jag asks

You’ve been sitting with your eyes closed and head leaned against the wall of the ship, trying to focus on the loud mechanical sounds of the ship to drown out 3PO’s talking. But you crack an eye and glance over at Jag and Wolffe, curious to get the answer to the same question. 

“We resume previous schedule rotations” Wolffe says bluntly “Everyone can get cleaned up and go back to whatever job duties or off hours activities you were doing” 

You smirk to yourself and close your eyes, curbing yourself from so much as looking at Wolffe right now. You’ve teased him enough for one day, and already are making plans to fulfil your promise to make it up to him. 

The shuttle back up to the cruiser doesn’t take long, once the crates are unloaded the men disperse back to their tasks or whatever else they do when not on duty. You are one of the last to leave the smaller transport ship, and feel the rumble of the engines in the larger cruiser as it takes off into space, continuing your journey to join up with General Plo Koon. 

You stretch your back, getting a good crack and a release of tension with it. As you make your way off the shuttle you wonder briefly where Wolffe went. But before you can even begin to ponder the potential answers to that question, you feel his presence in the hangar with you. He’s been leaning against the shuttle just outside, waiting for you. 

“All in all a successful mission, wouldn’t you say Commander” you tease 

In one smooth motion Wolffe pushes up from the shuttle, grabs your hip with one hand and your jaw with the other. He presses you back against the shuttle and kisses you harder than he ever has before. A muffled yelp of surprise escapes you. 

After a minute or two he pulls away just enough to go in for your neck, kissing and nipping at your jawline. “You know what I’ve been thinking about the last 36 hours?” He rasps. 

“The safety and well-being of the Aleena, I’m sure” you tilt your head away from him, giving him all the space he could ever want to ravish. 

“Been thinking of the present you left me on the pillow” he says “about that perfect pussy just waiting for me” 

You had almost forgotten about that, clearly he hadn’t. “I did promise I would make it up to you” 

“Mm, go back to my quarters. Get cleaned up and wait for me” he instructs in a low gravelly voice. 

“Yes sir” you quip, giving him a cheeky kiss. You don’t bother fixing your uniform, it was already a mess when you got here, straightening it out would almost be more suspicious. 

When you get back to Wolffe’s room you quickly ditch your sweaty clothes and get into his shower. Even under your clothes there’s dust that’s been tracked down with your sweat. You wash yourself using his soap, giving yourself a bit of a massage on your arms and sides. You’re just washing the soapy lather out of your hair when you hear the fresher door open and a sudden rush of cold air as he snatches back the shower curtain. 

He’s on you before you can blink, pressing you backwards out of the warm stream of water and against the shower wall in a searing kiss. You squeak a little as the cold tile touches your back. 

His fingers dig into your hips. You feel his chest pressing you harder against the tile. His cock is flushed, standing at attention and aching to have you again. He’s hungry for you. Starving for your touch, your taste. If you don’t know him any better, you might even say desperate.

“You gonna make good on your promise?” He rasps.

“Of course” you practically purr “I’m a woman of my word” 

His hand drops down to up under your thigh, intending to hike your leg up up over his hip so he can have the leverage to fuck you. But you resist, keeping your leg planted. He makes a disgruntled noise and eyes you with a bit of frustration. 

“Ah ah” you tease him. Traipsing your fingers over his chest and down his belly.  “You are absolutely filthy. Let me clean you up a bit” you press him back under the stream of hot water. 

He steps back and stands there breathing heavily and practically shaking with need, while you wash him down with soap and a washcloth. 

“You’re intent on driving me insane aren’t you?” He growls.

“Not at all Commander” you tease “I’m intent on making sure I repay you for yesterday in full”

The hot water washes away the dirt, sweat and grime that’s been trapped under his fatigues and armor. When the last of the soap has been rinsed from him you drop the wash cloth behind you, without care for where it lands. Using your hands to guide the water where you want it to go. Down his sides, over his hips and thighs.

You lower yourself down slowly to your knees. Dragging the tip of your nose down over his abdomen, and stopping just above his pubic area. He’s hard, has been the whole time, just aching for attention. 

You drag the top of your tongue over his hip bone and down the V line towards his cock. You turn your head and take him in your hand, guiding him to your mouth where you kiss the head of his cock that’s just beginning to weep precum. 

A groan from deep in the back of the throat starts up as you part your lips and draw him into your mouth. Ever so gently you begin. Sucking the head of his cock and making deliberately slow strokes up and down his length. You take this whole thing slow, so slow you know he’s sure to punish you for it later. 

His breathing is already somewhat ragged from the strain and ache of being half hard all day. His hands find their way to your hair, but you’re surprised to find that he’s not actually pushing your head down or forcing you to get on with it. Instead he’s just holding you. Perhaps for support or encouragement that he’s enjoying this. Regardless you move at the pace you’ve set, working him up slowly and taking keeping the strokes your hand gentle. 

After a few minutes you can tell he’s struggling to be patient, once glance up at his face tell you everything you need to know. His head is reclined back, resting on the wall, his eyes squeezed tight and a vein bulging out on his neck. You give him mercy and start moving your hand faster, taking him down farther in your mouth and throat. His breath hitches at the sudden change.

“F-fuck… n-not gonna l-last” he stammers. 

You have no intention of making him wait longer than you already have. You hum around his cock, and keep going. Suddenly the taste of his release fills your mouth, you pull back and stick your tongue out to catch it, giving him full handed and quick strokes. Wolffe moans your name and clenches his fists in your hair as his hips buck forward. 

You release him, and turn your head up to look at him with your tongue still sticking out and your mouth still full of his cum. He opens his eyes and turns his gaze down to you, on your knees for him, painted in his release. He clenches his hands, and drops one of them down to pinch your jaw and cheeks between his fingers, forcing your mouth to close a little. 

“Swallow it” he says

You obey. Making a show of swallowing him and opening your mouth again to prove it.

He drops down to one knee, and yanks you into his body with fast hands and a searing kiss. You’re surprised but recover quickly and kiss him back under the shower stream that’s beginning to grow tepid. 

“If I hadn’t just cum, I would fuck you right here on the floor” he rasps against your lips 

“Mmm careful, that’s incentive for me to tease you like that again” you giggle 

“As long as I don’t have to deal with that damn protocol droid next time” he chuckles

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[dez78]

Multi-Fanfiction Blog

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My name is Dez, I write in a lot of fandoms. Including video games, movies, and tv shows. Healthily into vampires and elves. (Not really though, I'm obsessed.)

This blog is poly safe and LGBTQ safe.

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I usually write for female characters, unless you guys want to request otherwise, I don't want to exclude anyone. See down below at the lists of dos and don’ts for me and my writing! 

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Requests are open and welcome, ask away.

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What I will write: 

 Smut

Fluff

Hurt to comfort

Light Bondage

Angst

I'm also open to writing for your ocs if you wish.

I will write about my ocs as well.

Dom and Sub

Character Redemption or Character Condemnation

AU

Tame Kinks

What I won’t write: 

I won’t write about hard core slapping during intimate scenes (Only booty taps)

Being called slut or whore, or partners being disrespectful to each other (unless it’s during an argument and they don’t mean it later) 

Nothing with an excessive amount of spit, and hard-core bdsm. 

Won’t write about incest, unless it’s for the Game of Thrones franchise.

Nothing derogatory or abusive (Unless it's for a specific setting)

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RULES FOR MY PAGE: No destructive criticism, no negative comments, if you don’t like my writing then don’t read it, please (Constructive Criticism is welcomed)

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Fandoms and Characters I will write for: 

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Baldur’s Gate 3: 

Astarion

Shadowheart

Gale

Durge

Tav

Ocs

Star Wars (Clone Wars)

Fives

Rex

Wolffe

Anakin 

Obi-Wan

Plo Koon 

Hondo

Ahsoka

Jango Fett

Boba Fett

Ocs

Fallout 4: 

Hancock

Nick Valentine

Nate 

Nora

Danse

Piper

Mara (R4)

Heather 

Ellen

Yekvad Company (My OCs)

Ocs

Skyrim: 

Rumarin

Vilkas

Harkon

Roggi Knot-Beard

Ondolemar

Inigo

Lucien

Serana

Dragonborn

Caryalind

Taliesin 

Ocs

True Blood: 

Eric Northman 

Sookie Stackhouse 

Jason Stackhouse 

Jessica Hamby

Ocs

Witcher (Netflix and Witcher 3): 

Geralt 

Yennefer

Jaskier

Ciri

Ocs

LOTR: 

Legolas

Aragorn 

Thranduil 

Kili

Ocs

GOT: 

The Hound (Sandor Clegane)

Jon Snow 

Jaime Lannister

Ocs

[dukeoftheblackstar]

got any plo koon fic recs? looking for some new stuff that's good. one shots and long fics welcome! I'll take anything i can get

Shamelessly promoting my own:

Dom!Plo ask by yours truly, submitted by the lovely @mild-disorganization

Some tired dad!Plo headcanons maybe?

And for some that I have read and adored:

Plo Koon Masterlist by @my-head-is-an-animal (Mixed)

Thigh Kink with Plo by @saradika (NSFW)

Not a fic, but hella spice by @saradika (SFW & NSFW)

Friendship - Plo Koon & Wolffe by @wild-karrde (SFW)

PloKit Art (their entire blog) by @uiro-mgmg1 (NSFW - mostly art)

SFW & NSFW Alphabets for Plo by @samspenandsword

My favorite ♥:

Sovereign (PloKit, idk if you're into it, but I am) by @tits-fisto (NSFW but very wholesome)

The Tiniest Councilor by Quiet_Shadow (SFW)

Name and Soul by @decepticonsensual (SFW)

Haven't read but is on queue when I have the mood and will power to actually read and not thirst for our Kel Dor Emperor ♥

of claws and tusks by my bestiecakes ♥ @saengak <- Apparently, it's hella angsty and I reserve the angst for weekend when I'm not out here thirsting for this King.

in deditionem by my bestiecakes ♥ @saengak <- I've seen them write ♥, it makes me squeeeeeeee ♥

Helium by @cynderiaopus who also made my current bomb AF pfp of Plo steepling ♥

Other materials and interesting read:

@exosorcery has very interesting comics and posts about Kel Dors in general. Here's one specific of Plo Koon:

A few faves from them:

@veny-many for their AUs and Plo Koon & Wolfpack Art (also includes others) <- Presenting you the bebbis ♥

My faves:

The entire post AU 66 where Plo lives is a quintessential to any post AU 66 imho because I'm heavily invested in this and I'm about to cry because I need to organize my bookmarks (and update this) so I can give you the proper start to fin link.

I'd post more from @veny-many and @exosorcery, but if you spend a good 10 minutes scrolling, you'll be there forever. Quality art content!

You may also want to check World building and ConLang Kel Dor study, apart from their OC x Plo Koon art. Big thanks for this neat document by @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows

[[ @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows I hope it's okay to share. If not, I can take it down ♥ ]]

So far just these at the top of my head. Thank you for the Plo-related ask :D! I enjoyed sifting through my bookmarks ♥

Don't forget to give love and reblog, comment, follow these amazing people who do so much for the Plo Koon, Dorin, Kel Dor tags ♥

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[angsty-violet]

Approval

Mace gave one of his aggravated sighs. Qui-Gon could barely resist the urge to grin in delight. The two of them had been friends for years and Qui-Gon took great pride in being one of the only people in the galaxy that could elicit that particular sound from him. Mace’s control was legendary, but he was still just a man, and Qui-Gon loved to needle him whenever possible.

“It isn’t that we are against the two of you bonding. In fact, it seems to be a good match. It’s just that…” Plo Koon trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence.

“That you’re a colossal pain in the ass and the only person you ever listen to is Padawan Kenobi. Since you took him as your padawan he has been able to reign in some of your more destructive and ridiculous tendencies. We don’t want to lose that because he is submitting to you. Many subs feel that they can’t and shouldn’t speak against their doms.”

“But Obi-Wan isn’t one of them. If he could backtalk and warn when we were brand new and he had just been sent from the order, he can do it as my sub.” Qui-Gon didn’t add that it came with a shocking amount of sass and sarcasm, but he certainly thought it. It wouldn’t do for the council to realize that Obi-Wan wasn’t quite as dutiful as he first seemed.

“Strong, young Kenobi is. Been struck, a good match has. Agree with the collaring, I do.”

Qui-Gon could almost feel the aggravation coming off of Mace when Yoda gave his opinion.

“Well, then I guess it’s all settled.” Mace couldn’t have sounded unhappier if he had sucked on a lemon.

“Thank you.” Qui-Gon made sure to bow directly facing Mace. He knew that it didn’t really matter. The council would accept the collaring, and they would see that nothing was going to change about their dynamic. Obi-Wan would continue to be the voice of reason and sass. Qui-Gon would continue to charge headfirst into situations. The only difference would be that their nights together would be officially accepted by the council.

Qui-Gon smiled softly to himself as he walked towards their quarters. Obi-Wan had been twisted up knots about his informing the council. However, Obi-Wan was tired of hiding and wanted to be able to tell the whole universe that they belonged together. So, Qui-Gon had suggested, that to alleviate his anxiety, that they simply tell the council what was going on. As it turned out, that was the right choice to make.

Qui-Gon needed to celebrate, and he knew just the sub to do it with.

[depressinggreenie]

Star Wars Pairing Tags

Here are the tags for searching and blocking purposes.

Disclaimer: I may have missed some. Not all of the pairings tagged I am interested in or support but have mentioned or touched on at least once.

*For Top/Bottom / Sub/Dom / Omegaverse specific character dynamics: I tag them "#X Character Name"

ROMANTIC/SEXUAL  ★ Bail Organa/Breha Organa/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #BailBrehaObi  ★ Bail Organa/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #BailObi  ★ Captain Rex/Commander Cody - #Codex  ★ Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #CodyWan  ★ Haja Estree/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Hajawan  ★ Kit Fisto/Mace Windu - #Kit Fisto x Mace Windo  ★ Kit Fisto/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #KitObi  ★ Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker - #Anidala  ★ Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Obidala  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker - #Obikin  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Asajj Ventress - #Ventrobi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul - #Maulobi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Everyone - #Obi-Wan x Everyone  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Hondo Ohnaka - #Hondo x Obi-Wan  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Mace Windu - #MaceObi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Obicest  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Other - #Obi-Wan x Other  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze - #Obitine  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Siri Tachi - #ObiTachi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/The Son - #Soniwan  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos - #ObiQuin  ★ Satine Kryze/Hondo Ohnaka - #Hontine  ★ Steela Gerrera/Ahsoka Tano - #Ahsoka x Steela  ★ Qui-Gon Jinn/Tahl - #JinnTahl  ★ Xanatos Du Crion/Mace WIndu - #MaceXan  ★ 212th Attack Battalion/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #212th x Obi-Wan

PLATONIC  ★ Bail Organa & Breha Organa & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Obi & Organas  ★ Bant Eerin & Obi-Wan Kenobi & Garen Muln & Reeft & Siri Tachi & Luminara Unduli & Quinlan Vos - #Obi & Siblings  ★ Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Cody & Obi  ★ Dooku & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Obi & Grandpa Dooku  ★ Haja Estree & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Haja & Obi  ★ Kit Fisto & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Kit & Obi  ★ Padmé Amidala & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Obi & Padmé  ★ Mace Windu & Jedi - #Mace & Jedi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano - #Disaster Trio  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Ahsoka Tano - #Obi & Ahsoka  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker - #Obi & Ani  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Hondo Ohnaka - #Obi & Hondo  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Jedi Council - #Obi & Jedi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Jedi Council - #Obi & Council  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Mace Windu - #Mace & Obi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Plo Koon - #Obi & Plo  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Siri Tachi - #Obi & Siri  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Quinlan Vos - #Quin & Obi  ★ Qui-Gon Jinn & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Jinn & Obi  ★ Yoda's Disaster Lineage - #Disaster Lineage  ★ 212th Attack Battalion Members & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Obi & 212th

[rexxdjarin]

Hi! I have a question that I was hoping you would be able to answer! Obviously, anyone can simp for whoever they want to simp for, but do people not simp for Commander Cody only because of the Codywan ship, thus labeling him as gay? I personally don’t like the ship because: a) they are forcing his sexuality, which isn’t right, b) they make Cody’s entire personality trait strictly and obsessively Obi-Wan, which in theory, isn’t a good thing because Cody is Obi-Wan’s subordinate, and c) The Clone Wars didn’t show anything super special about Cody and Obi-Wan’s relationship that could allude to a romantic connection either…they were friends and respected each other, yes, but Obi-Wan didn’t treat his battalion with as much special favor as say, Anakin and Ahsoka or Plo Koon. I also think Cody is really attractive, so maybe I’m just reading too much into it 😂 thank you! (Sorry this is long-winded lol)

Hmmmm so this requires a nuanced answer. I will start by saying

1) I absolutely thiiiirst over cody. I specifically see him and write him as a truly excellent dom which you should read what I’ve written for him in my masterlist hahaha

More below !!!

2) I think people may not think about or be attracted to him immediately because he’s not a major focus of the show ? The clones in the show that are really featured are mostly 501st guys. We just know their personalities a little better and I think people tend to build off of them first.

3) I wouldn’t say it’s forcing sexuality exactly…because we don’t know any of the clones sexualities really. people sort of have freedom of expression to view him or any of the clones as whatever way they would personally like to interpret. HOWEVER…

4) one of the main reasons I critique the codywan ship is for the reasons you’ve stated.

Making him so obsessed with obi-wan that he has no other discernible personality traits is reductive and tbh boring ??? I don’t mind people thinking they may have liked each other (tho the power dynamics of Jedi general/clone commander don’t make me exactly comfortable in every circumstance)

I think Cody is his own person with his own very important internal values. Whether you’d like him to be with obi-wan or not….he needs to be viewed as having other traits besides just being with him. ALSO tbh I think Cody could do better LMFAOOOOO

I personally believe Cody was just very close with Obi-wan and that if Obi-wan were ever to have chosen a partner, it would’ve always been Satine.

Thank you for asking this. I’d say try to block the codywan tag or just avoid/scroll past if you don’t like it. And go by what I did…if you don’t see enough cody, you can try your hand at writing him the way you see him OR see if you can request more from your favorite writer!

He’s wildly handsome, very by the book, sometimes a little stern and I LOOOOVE that about him too🤤🥰

[place-o-plo]

Intro Post!

So! I don’t fully understand how these sorts of things work, but I figure a basic intro post could be useful. Heya! I go by Plo on here, and I am a hopeless hypnosub. I have other kinks (list below), but hypnosis kinda encircles my entire sexuality. Beyond that, I’m into most body parts excepts for dicks and assholes, and I’m more than happy to chat about trancey stuff, either for teasing or just to talk shop (I also happen to be a massive psych nerd in general).

As for what to expect from here, I’ll probably be posting a mix of more fleshed out ideas and much quicker subby-posting. I’m a fan of coming up with and fleshing out ideas for fantastical/rp trancing stuff, so if you have any ideas you want to share, I’d be happy to talk it over!

Kinklist!

Mega-Yes: hypnosis, femdom scentplay, body-worship, soft-doms, oral (I have a massive oral fixation), inductions, cnc/dubcon, monster girls, and probably a lot more

Yes: somno, edging, possession, substance play (mostly just hypno-chloro), rougher domming, pinning, size difference (tiny or tall dom has potential), stage-hypnotist aesthetic, etc.

No Thanks: maledom, underage, incest, scat, gore, impact stuff, blades and stuff, and just like… excessive meanness? I don’t really know how to put it.

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading! I look forward to meeting new folks and having some fun!